"... Penny, what are you doing?"

"Wh-what does it look like, I'm trying to kill the Demon Rat!"

"... Is it some kind of magical tactic to swing a broom from a 10 foot tree?"

"Shut up, commoner! KYAAAAAAAAAAAA! I-IT'S CLIMBING UP THE BRANCHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES! OH MY GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!"

Frederic Chopin was the second child and the only son in the Chopin Family Parlour (a boarding house for boys). His duties would normally include keeping the house in tip top shape, do an inventory on the pantry to feed his older sister, two baby sisters, and a handful of growing school boys, as well as pile up the firewood in preparation for the Winter Seasons. As much as he wanted to be a responsible child, he was being side-tracked. It wasn't his fault. The Witch he took in refuge from the Witch Hunt was stuck in a tree like a cat.

"Pleaaaaaaaaase! S-Save meeeee, Chop-Choooooooooooooop!"

"Don't worry. Your melting mascara has scared off the rodent, I don't believe it's coming back... Now wipe away your tears and paint before I climb up there. I can't focus."

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Chopin sighed as he put down the shovel and hatchet he had been using not too long ago. He was already behind on his chores (as he stole some time to play with Jolly his Piano), so he had to hurry and catch up in splitting kindling and preparing tonight's early supper before his parents and the boarding boys return home. However, this Witch wearing a robe resembling a Japanese Kimono patterned after the sky was giving him too much running for his money.

"Like I said. The rat is gone... It's okay... now jump. You can float down right?"

"I-it's not like I have a Feather Fall Spell prepared! E-even a levitation spell w-would take an-an insane amount of concentration! I-I'm struggling to keep me from wetting myself!"

"Don't you dare give me the golden shower."

Chopin frowned as he watched the Witch turn away with a blush. She hoped it wasn't some kind of fetish or she was just too self-aware of herself as being a 'prim and proper' lady as she kept emphasizing day in and day out. Either way if she didn't jump, his parents would be home soon and they would discover this Witch he took in out of absolute pity.

"... I should have never let you convert me."

"H-how can you reject a maiden in tears! My @ss almost got skewered by their pitchforks! E-even if I survived their stabbing, the rust in their tools would cause an infection in my blood! N-now p-prepare yourself, I-I'm coming down!"

"Is this a quote you're reciting?"

"I-it just came to me--HEY! WHY ARE YOU LOOKING UP AND PEEKING UNDER MY SKIRT!?"

"If I don't look up, how can I calculate your fall speed and direction to catch you! I still have to consider wind speed and gravity velocity so stop fidgeting up there!"

"D-don't make it sound erotic!"

Chopin was pressed for time. If the Witch didn't jump now, he would be late to catch up all of his chores and stare early supper for his family and the boarding boys. If that was the case, he can't touch Jolly for a week.

"... I can't live without my piano. So either jump or stay up there until after dinner."

"LEEEROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOY JENNNKIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINS!"

"D-D@mn it, Witch! At least give me warning to calculate---!"

A beautiful foomp sound echoed in the woods, like a frail body landing jumping onto a soft bed.

"............ Cough... Penny...Who is Leeroy Jenkins?"

"I-I don't know, Chop Chop... it just came to me... cough."